DESCRIPTION:
From the album "Up From The Bitterroot" released January 20, 2015 on HouseTown.
Available now at skyesteele.bandcamp.com


A Montana Mafia Production

Starring:
ladypajama
Jorge Danger

Camera:
Josh Wagner
Direction:
Skye Grace Bennett & Skye Steele
Key Grip:
Skye Grace Bennett
Editor:
Ned Stresen-Reuter
Artwork:
Ladypajama
Concept:
Skye Steele

Skye and ladypajama became friends as penpals in the 90s. Growing Song was written by Skye Steele in response to a poem by ladypajama on the impending birth of Jorge Danger.

featuring:
Ilusha Tsinadze - Banjo
Liam Robinson - Accordion
Dana Lyn - Piano
Mike Loren Lavalle - Drums
Skye - Violin, Drums, Voices



Lyrics:

Creation comes
like blood around in circles, so we’re one
becoming two my little you
will dance upon this holy loop
and stretch it out into a wire
you walk along above the burning lights
your shadow hurled into the

sky lands upside down against a
cloud so soft that even shadows
wouldn’t break upon it so you
reach the other side to find the
line you crossed you cannot leave
behind, connects right to your heart. The
shadow joins you once again, these
two constant companions, in the
end when you’re alone, you see are
one so take the rope in hand and
coil it gently... as you go

Crying aloud, into the future where you’ll be
Crying again, tied to a world unraveling
Crying aloud, into the future where you’ll be
Crying again, into the future

Faces betray
a longitude an attitude
that brings me over from my side
the line I, stumbling, obscure
and set the hook in like a jerk
your hands, a reel, move in a

circle I feel and watch my world stand
still while I fly waterborn, we
are all fishes till eviction hurls us headlong into what we
are all fishes till eviction hurls us headlong into what we
are all fiction till existence hurls us headlong... and we roll

Crying aloud, into the future where we breathe
Crying again, drowning and blind until we scream
Crying aloud, into the future where we breathe
Crying again, into the future...

Places we’ve been
like songs forgotten still I sing
into a new old melody
that loops around too short in my sleep
I see a crowd of lovers, a stage
where everybody sings and

stomps, a circle breathes and breaks
apart, the song is all us singing
not a code a map pierced with a
pin together but not in the
same place so the melody is
orbiting-- velocity or
else location-- never at the
same time never at the same time
never at the same time never
at the same time never at the
same time never and forever
to the same place… where we roll

Crying aloud, into the future and we sing
Crying again, for all the voices that we dreamed
Crying aloud, into the future and we’ll be
Crying again, into the future....